Just Be Honest Testo
Testo Just Be Honest
Uh, listen
She did her thing (Did her thing), voila (Voila)
When she sucked it her face looked like a sci-fi (Mmh)
She put that hard dick bye-bye (Bye-bye)
Sperm was everywhere like wifi (Yes)
Then we lit up that la-la
Killed the kitty 'cause I'm the cat with nine lives (Lives)
Then we smoked in vanilla, rental, we tore up the villa
She like, "You really a killer," I'm like, "Don't get too familiar" But you're flawless
You the best thing they made since the cordless
Nothing short of gorgeous
You deserve an office, drive home to a fortress
Canines on the porches, in the garage, Porsches
Yeah, come live lawless
Check my phone and my call list
Only bad bitches and ballers
Huh, murder he wrote, I'm the author
I ain't lyin', man, I'm flyer than a saucer, baby
Everyone lyin', it's bananas
If you're duckin' from the cops with the scanners
If you hustle or a scammer
Or you're showing off your pussy on Camster
Just be honest (Be honest, baby, I like that Camster pussy)
What she tell you? (You ain't even gotta put the WWE mask on it, I know it's you)
Uh, uh
Triple C, cool, calm, and collected (I am) Triple B, bitch, blowjob, breakfast (Nah' mean?)
Triple P, plush pussy my preference (It is)
Triple G, gangster gon' leave no guessin', I mean
Triple D, don't dive in deception (Nope)
Here come the D's, we flush pies in seconds
WGW, yes, we got weapons (Weapons)
What I'm drivin' won't fill, what's your preference? I mean
The boat is hot, the yacht is docked to drop the top if you guessin'
Eleven hundred so fast, I'll spend ten off your luggage
Or maybe you're in the Rovers, or maybe you want a chauffeur
I show you better than tell you, the Gucci match up the loafers
I grew up around cobras (What else?), sharks, rats, and vultures (What else?)
Crack fiends and ballers, pardon me if I'm vulgar
It's my environment, blame it all on my culture
Hustle with Miss Paula, can't fault her
Everyone lyin', it's bananas
If you're duckin' from the cops with the scanners
If you hustle or a scammer
Or you're showing off your pussy on Camster
Just be honest (Just be honest, baby)
What she tell you? (Nobody knockin' you no more, niggas tryna find you since Backpage closed down
Where you set up at now?)
She did her thing (Did her thing), voila (Voila)
When she sucked it her face looked like a sci-fi (Mmh)
She put that hard dick bye-bye (Bye-bye)
Sperm was everywhere like wifi (Yes)
Then we lit up that la-la
Killed the kitty 'cause I'm the cat with nine lives (Lives)
Then we smoked in vanilla, rental, we tore up the villa
She like, "You really a killer," I'm like, "Don't get too familiar" But you're flawless
You the best thing they made since the cordless
Nothing short of gorgeous
You deserve an office, drive home to a fortress
Canines on the porches, in the garage, Porsches
Yeah, come live lawless
Check my phone and my call list
Only bad bitches and ballers
Huh, murder he wrote, I'm the author
I ain't lyin', man, I'm flyer than a saucer, baby
Everyone lyin', it's bananas
If you're duckin' from the cops with the scanners
If you hustle or a scammer
Or you're showing off your pussy on Camster
Just be honest (Be honest, baby, I like that Camster pussy)
What she tell you? (You ain't even gotta put the WWE mask on it, I know it's you)
Uh, uh
Triple C, cool, calm, and collected (I am) Triple B, bitch, blowjob, breakfast (Nah' mean?)
Triple P, plush pussy my preference (It is)
Triple G, gangster gon' leave no guessin', I mean
Triple D, don't dive in deception (Nope)
Here come the D's, we flush pies in seconds
WGW, yes, we got weapons (Weapons)
What I'm drivin' won't fill, what's your preference? I mean
The boat is hot, the yacht is docked to drop the top if you guessin'
Eleven hundred so fast, I'll spend ten off your luggage
Or maybe you're in the Rovers, or maybe you want a chauffeur
I show you better than tell you, the Gucci match up the loafers
I grew up around cobras (What else?), sharks, rats, and vultures (What else?)
Crack fiends and ballers, pardon me if I'm vulgar
It's my environment, blame it all on my culture
Hustle with Miss Paula, can't fault her
Everyone lyin', it's bananas
If you're duckin' from the cops with the scanners
If you hustle or a scammer
Or you're showing off your pussy on Camster
Just be honest (Just be honest, baby)
What she tell you? (Nobody knockin' you no more, niggas tryna find you since Backpage closed down
Where you set up at now?)
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